Sort of an update here...

Expect a longer blog later, (with pictures, even) of the awesome time we had last night.

BUT FOR NOW - hear this:

So things are pretty ok around here... still feeling the burn of being laid off so much in the last quarter of the newly-ended year, but I think things will be back to normal soon. I'm not sweating it too much I guess.

Tiny Alice, (our female veiled chameleon), is not doing well. From pet stores, talking to other owners of chameleons, and lots and lots of reading we've found out that they usually aren't fixable (even under a vet's care) if they ever get sick. They're very fragile creatures and I don't know how they ever survive in the wild. *sigh* ... Unfortunately, Tiny Alice seems pretty sick. She's normally the more hearty of the two (so much so that I nicknamed her "Hogzilla"), but she hasn't eaten in a while. She looks like she really wants to, but one of her eye's is all jacked up (I think Nick read that that's a sign of respiratory infection) and she can't focus in on her food, I guess. I feel really bad for her... We were told to feed her chicken baby food and Pedialyte to help her get some energy back, but we can't get her mouth open. I really hate this... I think it's hitting Nick harder than me because Alice was his girl. As bad as it sounds I think we both wish it would go ahead and be over with... it's really hard to see her and know that you can't help.

Anyway, on to a lighter subject - we're pretty sure we're having a baby. Yep, Yorda has a wiggly little lump in her pouch and I couldn't be more stoked. For a while there she went through a phase where she wasn't very nice even though she's normally the sweeter one of the pair. Then she started being nice again and got all fat. Now she's back small again and there's an obvious lump on her belly. Sounds like a typical sugar glider pregnancy to me. Yay! Of course, we won't know anything DEFINITE until we see a little head peek out, but I feel certain. Male or female I think me and Nick have decided to call it "Wander," pronounced "Wanda," in keeping with the name theme from Shadow of the Colossus. (Yorda, Ico, Wander).  Unless you're a video game nerd you probably don't get it. But whatever.

Well, I'm pretty disappointed with myself lately... I haven't been writing as much as I'd like to. I've actually had a few good ideas and not forgot them... I'm just not motivated. I don't know what it is... maybe I just have too much other stuff going on... *shrugs* I dunno... but it bothers me.

You know what else bothers me?? My damn shoes won't stay tied lately. It's like somebody greased my laces or something. What the hell?? What's up with that?? I'm clumsy enough without having to worry about tripping over my laces all the time. ...

Guys, beware...

for I may show up in your restroom at any time. I've been pretty fucking sleepy, (read: out of it) all weekend... and last night I inadvertently wandered into the dude's bathroom at Wal-Mart. I just went in there to wash my hands because I got some paint or something on me while pumping gas just a few minutes earlier (yeah, still don't know how that happened).

Anyway, I grabbed a few paper towels first, (I always do that and then hold them between my knees while I wash so that I don't have to touch anything else), and then happened to look over. The feet under the stall were quite manly so I went back out and looked at the sign outside the door. Sure enough, the little person on the sign was not wearing a skirt so I proceeded to blush and go into the ladies room.

A few guys who were sitting on the benches outside the restrooms saw me and I just shrugged and kept walking. Oh well. It made for a good laugh... I giggled at myself all the way through the store and until I got home. People (even the ones who didn't see what I did) probably thought I was nuts. ... Well, I may be.

Putting my heart out there once again...

but it's ok. I am becoming so attached to Sammy... she's the eldest of the ferrets we got this past weekend. She's also the one who had cancer. As I mentioned before she's very small and I don't know if that has anything to do with her previously being sick. Luckily, the people who gave her to us said that she was doing fine (health-wise) right now - she tends to sleep a lot.

When I let them all out to play the other two take off running and sneaking and playing together... and Sammy just walks around investigating the environment, mostly. Sometimes if she finds something that catches her interest she'll play for a minute... last night she found a ball with a bell in it and pushed it around with her nose for a while; she also likes to climb up on the couch in hopes of getting to the end table or just to play in the blankets. She still has a little skip in her step, though - don't get me wrong. She doesn't tend to play much with the other ferrets unless one of them harass her into it, though.

Speaking of harassing her, Static (her housemate from her previous owners) harasses her endlessly. The previous owners said that they played together a lot, but I don't know if that's such a good thing. He gets her by the back of her head, (or even her face sometimes), and twists and drags her around. Sometimes she'll make sounds and that's when I've started intervening. I'm not really sure what's considered "normal" for those two (but I think I might ask soon). Luckily, since Stella's so young she can handle Static and his roughhousing and it probably gives li'l Sammy a break. But I do feel bad for her. It seems to take a lot out of her to try to fight him off, (especially with him being about twice her size). Usually, when I "rescue" her she'll let me hold her for a few minutes while she recuperates and sometimes she'll even love on my cheek while I'm doing so.

*sigh* I'm already dreading the day she leaves us, though I have no idea when that might be. I went in Critter's yesterday and they had to put one of their ferrets to sleep because his cancer came back. I, uh... I don't really know where I'm going with this. But I hope she knows she's loved.

Their names are Sammy and Static...

Sammy is an older female (for a ferret)... 4 or 5 years, I think. She has thin-ish fur and her tail is almost bald. That's not due to her age... She fought cancer and won and is just growing her fur back (if I'm not mistaken she went completely bald). She's a sweet little lady and I feel like me and her have sort of bonded. She's smaller than other grown ferrets; possibly something to do with when she was sick. If not, well... perhaps that's just something me and her have in common. 😍

Static is a young male - rambunctious and playful - as most ferrets are. He's been friends with Sammy for most of his life and his preferred means to get from place to place is rolling. 😂  Also, he tends to roll when he's playing with the other ferrets... maybe he's just pretending to be a crocodile, LOL. Either way, he's hilarious to watch. 😁

These are our new family members, from a little girl who cares much about their well being. Today was bittersweet - it was really hard to take them even though the family could no longer keep them and we were very excited to have them. Life sure is crazy sometimes.

Her name is Stella...

and she's a doll. Her and Nick seem to have hit it off and I think she likes me pretty well, too. She likes to give kisses and lovings and she's just sweet as can be. Scooty seems a bit... distressed... since her arrival, but I think after a few days things will smooth out. He's never been around a ferret before and he's acting much the same way as he did when he first met the hedgehog. It must be their strong odor... he doesn't seem at all bothered by anyone else... except the sugar gliders when they started barking last night. (Yes, gliders bark on occasion... little tiny barks - like baby puppies. It's so cute!) 😍 But anyway, here are a few pics of our newest family member. 😁

She'd just woken up...

Here's a few of her and the Nick-Daddy...

She is SO kissing him in this picture!

Goofing off... 😁

"Play with me!"

Looking sweet. 😍

Can you believe someone didn't want her?! She was in two other homes (that we know of) before she came to us. I can't imagine not loving her. *sigh*

Season-related things...

I haven't blogged in a while, but I have a lot to say, so I'll break this one down for ya:

Christmas

That went over pretty well despite how broke we've been. Shadow only got a few presents from me and Nick, (and Santa), but they were good ones. We had no idea this was going to be the case, but he made out like a li'l bandit... my family's not rich or anything, but he really racked up. We were shocked.

We bought Scooty a flavored bone for Christmas and he's been so funny with that thing. He chewed on it for a good solid hour as soon as we gave it to him, then put it down. I picked it up to carry it into another room with us and when I gave it back to him he ran around whimpering (sounding very distraught), looking for a place to hide it. I suppose I shouldn't have picked it up the first time - but for the record it wasn't hidden very well so I didn't know that's what he was trying to do. 😂  He's never been that way with anything we've ever given him so this bone must be special. He's been checking on it for the last few days to make sure it's still where he left it. I know not to touch it this time. He's so funny.

So all in all Christmas was good... the only thing that could've made it any better would have been if Santa had brought me what I asked for - which was a fence and my li'l bro home. (Neither of which I got, btw). I must've been bad this year.

Now... a rant about those bell-ringers...

I know those people don't get paid to ring the bells for the Salvation Army so it must be that they are just crazy-dedicated to what they do (seeing as how they'll stand out in the frickin' cold and junk by their own choice). And I know why they pick the holiday season to get out and do that (which, btw, I think is complete BS - for 1, people are more broke around the holidays, and 2, you should want to help year-round. I'm just saying...) Either way I hate having to walk by them... I don't like the bell sounds, I don't like touching real money to give them, I don't like feeling guilty when I'm truly strapped myself and have nothing to give.

And what about if you go to multiple places in one day and give to the first one? You know those people judge you. You know they're standing out there thinking, "That little bitch is going into Wal-Mart / the mall / insert name of business here. I know she has money; otherwise, she wouldn't be going in." If you say you already gave I'm sure they think that's just an excuse... so you're stuck dodging them again.

I went to the mall a few weeks ago and one of those "jinglers" was outside on my way in... but I didn't see him when I was on my way out... I was so paranoid that guy was going to jump out at me all ninja-style with that bell and scare the hell out of me. I probably would've handed him my purse and ran. I doubt the Salvation Army would approve of those methods... but hey, they let people stand out in the cold to make other people feel guilty so who knows??

Life in General

I'm pretty stressed with this whole school thing and I have a sinus infection. I haven't felt motivated enough to write, either. Oh, and I'm still laid off. On top of that I haven't accomplished anything other than watching almost 3 entire seasons of "Scrubs" with Nick (in about 2 weeks). Our sleep schedule is wayyy off, and there's tons of stuff that needs to be done around here - none of which we've even started on. Well, at least we're getting a nice little vacation. Really, I'm enjoying this while it lasts. Oh, and New Year's isn't a damn holiday... (just had to get that out of my system).

THE END.

My boys...